Fear and insecurity plague the mind of 73 year old Raavi as she finds herself trapped in her own home. While she wallows in the misery of her confinement, some scraps of memories float from a distant past and find release. The past and present fuse seamlessly and suffering acquires a new meaning.
Raavi is a deeply personal film. I had been toying with the idea of making a documentary on my maternal grandfather, a war veteran who was captured as a Prisoner of War in Pakistan during the Indo-Pak war of 1965. Stories of his traumatic time in captivity have time and again tugged at my senses. The mind wandered to him once again as I saw my mother struggling to cope with her own confinement during the peak of pandemic. As she suffered through her loneliness, I was left wondering – how relative are the notions of pain, suffering and confinement! Part real and part fiction, the ideas merged and gave birth to ‘Raavi’. Growing up in an all-women household with a single mother, my grandfather or ‘Daddy’, as we called him, was the father figure I had. This small film is my way of keeping his memory alive.